Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Pull of the Unknown
Isaiah’s POV
The sound of the convoy faded into the distance, leaving nothing but an aching silence in its wake. I stood rooted in place, staring at the trail of dust Savannah’s departure left behind. The air was thick with the remnants of her scent, that maddening mix of sea breeze and something softer, something that always felt like home.
Josiah had already stormed off, his anger barely contained. That was his way—lash out, shut down, and pretend nothing was wrong. But me? I wasn’t so lucky. The emotions twisted inside me, pulling me in opposite directions, and no matter how hard I tried to shake it, I couldn’t ignore the pull. The bond. The thing that screamed at me every second was that Savannah wasn’t just anyone.
She was ours.
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